Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing K-Klass to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
This Heat,
Nirvana,
Carl Craig,
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sound,
Delta 5,
Eddi Front,
Ronan,
New Age Steppers,
Jawbox,
The Happenings,
Don Cherry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
R.M.O.,
The Knickerbockers,
Cymande,
The Leaves,
The Music Machine,
Parry Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Clear Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mark Hollis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Howard Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nils Olav,
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
Brothers Johnson,
Sight & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül,
Laurel Aitken,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
The Dead C,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.